#3

Sewer Shark, or, They Can Smell Boredom
8x10, acrylic and gouache on paper

A little simpler, but I am running out of time, and my wrist needs a break. This is the last one, no time for more, now I'm in the business of framing and prepping for the show. There is a personal element to this piece: when I was a wee lass my dad told me that sharks lived in the sewer. Now this really didn't bother me, but for some reason my retarded infant mind decided that sharks eat rocks, and so I would sit at the foot of our driveway throwing pebbles into the storm drain, thinking I was feeding them. Always hoping for a glimpse.

Somewhere in my house there is photo evidence, my friends, and it is hopefully staying buried.